The massage parlor is a cocoon of quiet warmth. Soft, muted lights cast a golden haze. The air carries subtle scents of lavender and warmed vanilla with a touch of cloves.
A low ambient melody plays from unseen speakers. Artfully arranged shelves of rolled towels, small stone sculptures, and flickering candles accent the inviting reception area and hallway beyond. The receptionist informs her that she has a reservation.
“I have you down for an hour,” the receptionist says. “Would you prefer a male or female masseuse this evening?”
She thinks carefully. The idea of winning this challenge with a woman excites her greatly, but her tried-and-true comfort zone makes the choice clear.
“A male masseuse this time, please,” she replies.
A young and handsome masseuse emerges from the hallway. His disposition is welcoming and confident. His movements convey a calm, practiced grace. Best of all, her confidence soars as she notices his eyes wandering quickly across her tits as she greets him.
Alone in the room, she undresses quickly. Her little black dress falls to the floor. Then her push-up bra. She kicks off her heels. She’s stark naked. Nothing but a birthday suit and a smile. Moving to the massage table, she reaches for the sheet to crawl under, but pauses…
No, give him a full view when he comes in, she decides.
Lying on the table in the warm, tranquil room, she feels excited, aroused, and confident. Her bare ass faces the ceiling as her tits press against the massage table. A soft headrest cradles her face.
The door opens and closes quietly. Her heartbeat quickens. She feels slutty already, and it’s really turning her on.
“Are you warm enough and comfortable?” the masseuse asks.
“Yes, perfectly,” she replies.
He moves to stand at her head. His warm, oiled hands press down on her shoulders and flow down the length of her back. It feels amazing.
“How’s the pressure?” he asks.
“Perfect,” she replies.
“Are there any areas that need special attention tonight?” he continues.
“Yes, I need special attention everywhere tonight,” she replies. Uttering the flirty comment gives her a titillating rush.
The masseuse follows the contours of her back. Then her arms. Her feet. Her calves. Expert movements across her skin…warmth, relaxation, and comfort. He moves from her calves up to her thighs. Her excitement grows.
Are you enjoying looking at my bare ass? she muses. She briefly rocks her hips from side to side.
His hands sweep up and down the back of her thigh. Higher and higher with each stroke. Excited and eager, she opens her legs a little farther apart. She moves her feet to the edges of the table. She’s sure he has a clear view of her smooth pussy now.
His hands keep exploring. Closer and closer. Massaging the innermost part of her thigh and lingering along the crease of her ass. The teasing is wonderful. The anticipation is driving her wild.
He starts massaging her ass. Her cheeks open with each generous massage stroke. She feels increasingly slutty as he exposes her more and more to his view. She moans softly and seductively to the rhythm of his hands.
That’s right, open me up and have a good look. I’m ready for more, she thinks to herself.
His hands slip down to her upper thigh. Trailing along the crease of her bum. Following the contours between her ass and legs.
She opens her legs farther apart. Her feet are falling off the edges of the table now.
His hands are back on her ass again. She moans a little louder, a little more urgently. She’s eager for more. It’s time to push past this prolonged tease.
She moves her hand beneath her body and starts rubbing her pussy. The abundant massage oil adds to her slippery exploration. She raises one leg up to her side, exposing herself fully to the masseuse. Her fingers swirl against her clit. The stimulation feels good, but it’s the act of masturbating in full view of this stranger that feels so incredibly arousing.
She reaches her hand from her pussy to find his hand at the crease of her ass. She grabs his slippery fingers and guides him onto her pussy. In that instant, as his fingers touch the soft, smooth, heated skin between her legs…the massage ends, and her gratification begins.
His expert fingers seem to be everywhere. Running along the length of her outer lips. Caressing her inner lips. Spreading her ass open. Slippery warmth wriggles between her legs. A rhythmic pace builds her pressure quickly. She feels his fingers slip inside.
Deep and strong penetration. Expert fingers caress her G-spot as his other hand gyrates against her clit. His rhythm slowly quickens as he holds the pressure from inside.
That’s it, just like that, fucking make me cum, she screams silently.
And she does. A body-shaking orgasm. He holds strong with his hands, allowing her to move against him as her body spasms. He holds the pressure, inside her and out, as he slowly decreases the rhythm with the descent of her climax.
She rolls slowly to her back, still flushed and recovering. Her full-body tingles are starting to subside, but just barely. She sees confidence and pride in the young man’s face. His twinkling eyes affix to her full breasts and excited nipples. The bulge at the front of his pants leaves no doubt that he is very turned on.
“Can I return the favor for you?” she asks.
He smiles widely, silently unties his pants, and lets them fall to the floor.
He has a nice cock. Not too thick, but wonderfully hard. He reaches down and plays with her tits as she begins stroking him with oiled hands.
She holds him like a baseball bat. Moving her hands together in unison, she twists and slides up and down. She slowly squeezes harder. She slowly moves her hands faster. She smiles as she watches his body tense. He’s struggling to fight off the inevitable…trying to enjoy the pleasure as long as he can.
“Does that feel good?” she asks coyly.
“Yes,” he gasps.
“Do you want to shoot your cum all over my tits?” she coos.
“Yeeeesss,” he begs.
She slowly squeezes harder and moves her hands a little faster.
“Do you like it when massage sluts like me get naked, let you touch them, and make you cum?” she dares.
“Yes, oh fuck, YES,” he stammers. His cock explodes, and she guides his cum all over her tits.
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The receptionist bids her a grateful farewell and encourages her to please come again.
You bet your ass I will, and I’m not the only one, she thinks triumphantly.
Exiting the massage parlor, the corner of her mouth curls with amusement as she locks eyes with her husband. She holds his gaze as she crosses the parking lot and steps back into their parked car.
“Looks like you scored some points,” her husband says.
“I sure did!” she replies excitedly. “Take me home, I can’t wait to tell you all about it!”